land for peace

I had a bad thought

I read somewhere that after a great trauma, hair can start growing white. Like completely white. 

 So what I was thinking was that after the war, Terrasen went back to something similar to what was before Adarlan, but better. 

 A commander of the armies with golden-honey hair and flaming blue eyes, brave and noble and kind. He talks to his men as often as he can and greets them by name, asks about their families, their wives and children. He is a swordsman to behold, a warrior whose tales are told across the continent, who young boys and girls idolize. Though his ears are rounded, he will live for a long, long time. And he will remember a time when Terrasen wasn’t free. When demons plagued the land and darkness threatened the innocent. 

 A black haired Lady, who rules over her land in quiet peace. Who defends it with tooth and claw, literally. Her people love and respect her, but are aware of her power. She cares for her ward, who despite her scars looks beautiful and regal and has learned to be kind to others. And, sometimes, the people catch glances of a brave commander visiting as often as he can, smoothing down his golden hair before walking into her state. 

A black haired King, whose kingdom had once been a foe. Sparkling blue eyes that haven’t stopped reading and will not stop for a while. A pale band of skin mars his throat, and he wonders if it will ever go away. His realm, which was once filled with fear and hate, is now ruled by love and kindness and magic flourished and is wielded to the best capacity of healers, farmers and every other who wishes to do good. 

A moonlight haired witch, who rules not far from Adarlan. Her and her unit of warriors take to the skies, both for the joy of flying and the call for battle. Fearsome and undaunted, they fight battles with impossible odds and emerge victorious. By blood and the strength of her sword, she is Queen and Unifier. She brought her people home, and gave the witchlings land. 

A Lady of Terrasen, young, dark haired, and cunning. Smart, clever, beautiful, kind and strong. Her dresses, reaching down to the floor, hide her ruined ankle, even if she is not ashamed of it. A dark Fae living in her lands, because, for once, he could chose for himself. Both of them ruling together. 

And, in Orynth, in the court of Terrasen, are both the Queen and her Consort. The Queen’s husband is beloved by the people who were once reluctant to welcome him. He takes joy in a prosperous kingdom and in a happy marriage. And when he gazes in the mirror, he no longer sees a story of shame written on his skin, but a story of rebirth and destiny and hope. When he looks around himself, he no longer sees cold-hearted killers, but driven, focused loyal warriors sworn to a Queen worthy of an Oath. 

And the Queen, bent not broken, is no longer a golden haired beauty. In her spare time, she twirls a lock around her finger and refuses to think of that dark time, in a beach, in a coffin, in a dark room filled with blood-curdling screams. She pulls back her white hair, and refuses to break. Her Prince distracts her, loves her and helps her in any way she can, but he can’t drive away every nightmare, can’t light a fire in each shadow. And even though the Queen Who Was Promised is perfectly capable of lighting her own fire, darkness hasn’t left her, and the dreams won’t stop. And she burns and burns with the magic of her Goddess, but she just can’t make dawn chase away the night 

Imagine you are the firstborn child of a king who had just finished the preparations on a peace treaty that the Asgardians had sent. You, being the firstborn child, get to choose one of the two Asgard royal children to take as your servant; your younger (and far more violent) sibling get to claim the other one. You choose Thor, knowing the bigger man’s childlike innocence would be shattered under the care of your sibling.

About a week after claiming Thor and settling him in, you find Loki hiding in your rooms beaten black and blue, nude, and looking like he’d seen a ghost. You also notice a strange contraption place around his neck, a sort of magic blocker that wouldn’t allow him to use any magic. You carefully remove the contraption and patch him up, only for Thor to walk in and become shocked by Loki’s beaten and bruised state.

You both find out what your sibling had been up to (a specific something far darker than training) and you make it your goal to send the Asgardian royalty home no matter what… Even if it means an arranged marriage between one of the brothers.



The Inquisition horsemaster Dennet was born to Redcliffe, a farmer’s son who cared little for iron but loved the horses his father shod. At a young age, he accompanied his father to Redcliffe’s stables, where his father was the check the hooves of the arl’s horses. A still-green stallion broke free from his handlers and would have trampled a serving girl had Dennet not stepped up beside it and calmed it with a few soothing words. Upon seeing this, Redcliffe’s horsemaster promptly took Dennet in as his apprentice. The boy grew up tending horses and helping children of the noble family learn to ride. 

Dennet became Redcliffe’s horsemaster after his predecessor died from a mysterious wailing illness that spread from a horse he was treating. It was Dennet who determined that the horse, who’d returned to the stable with cuts in its flank and its rider missing, had wounds infected by the blight. His prompt action saved the other mounts and stablehands contracting the corruption, which had only been seen sporadically in the centuries since the last darkspawn attacks. More than a decade later, this experience proved vital in saving lives when Redcliffe, already weakened by undead attacks, was attacked by darkspawn. 

After the end of the Fifth Blight, Dennet helped rebuild Redcliffe, then retired to the Hinterlands with his wife, Elaina, and their daughter, Seanna. 


The pride lands went from having Mufasa, a noble king, to Scar, a selfish brat.

Scar made them starve and be afraid of him. He had a big number of brainless followers and this situation prevailed for years

But then Simba came to save them all.

Scar tried to turn everyone against Simba for the crimes he himself had commited. Simba seemed to have no exit.

In an unespected turn of events, Simba managed to defeat Scar not only with the help of the good guys but also with the help of the once brainless followers of Scar.

The pride lands were once again a land of peace and freedom.

My heart is heavy recently due to the situation in Standing Rock, North Dakota. For months now the Standing Rock Sioux and many, many other tribes and peoples have been opposing the Dakota Access Pipeline.
Recently, things have gone too far… The Police brutality is appalling. Innocent water protectors were being maced, shoot with rubber bullets and hosed down with water in freezing conditions. It appalles me that this is still happening today. 2016. Native Americans are still being treated the same way as if it were back when Europeans first invaded our land.
We are peaceful people fighting to preserve the land. The Earth. Our home. Please join us in this fight and spread the word of no Dakota access pipeline! Water is life!


moodboard: asha/yara greyjoy 

“Peace. Land. Victory. I’ll give you Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore, black earth and tall trees and stones enough for every younger son to build a hall. We’ll have the northmen too … as friends, to stand with us against the Iron Throne. Your choice is simple. Crown me, for peace and victory. Or crown my uncle, for more war and more defeat. What will you have, ironmen?”


~What We Need Is Here~

What we need lives in the trees
The lake, the earth, a subtle breeze
Within the skies and emerald hills
What we need is here

What we need grows in the earth
Wild herbs, rich fruits and man’s self-worth
Within the soil, within his hands
What we need is here

What we need lives on the land
The wolves, the fox, orangutans
From birds to precious bumble bees
What we need is here

What we need is ours to take
Corrupt officials we must break
Take to the streets, reach out your hands
What we need is here

What we need shines in the stars
In old worn books and lands afar
Through time’s mistakes, we rise again
What we need is here

What we need is in our hearts
A voice, some hope, a better start
A greener earth, a peaceful land
What we need is here

~ © 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

New Year's Resolutions

- Never tell Han the odds

- Hate sand

- Deal with the Jedi slime myself

- Have another happy landing

- Bring peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new empire

- Kill the traitor

- Be the senate

- Hate sand

- Finish what my grandfather started

- Get the high ground more often

- Execute order 66

- Put a critical flaw into my super weapon

- Build a droid with anxiety

- Buy some death sticks

- Have a bad feeling about this

- Choke a giant slug to death

- Hate sand

- Tell that to Kanji Klub

- Carry a frog on my back through a swamp


endless list of favorite characters → yuelia (fantasy life)

↳ “when i see everyone going about their work in their chosen life…laughing and sighing…i realize all over again how much i want to live here…just like my mother did. mother’s beloved land, beautiful, peaceful reveria…i know i’ve found the happiness mother spoke of.